What should I do if the salted fish cannon fodder mistakenly raised the villain as a cub?

Song Xianzhi glared at Guan Er, patted Yan Shu on the shoulder, and didn't speak again.

"Why is it so cold here..."

"Little brother, may I borrow a night at your house?" The three outer disciples narrowly escaped death and were already exhausted. They were sitting on the grass beside the road and asked with their heads up.

Song Xianzhi felt the person in his arms tremble.

The villagers of Jinshui Village are no longer human, and they will go into a state of madness at night, and they will eat businessmen and monks from all over the world who pass by.

In the original book, Yan Shu intentionally concealed the truth with a mind of revenge, led people into the village, and drew the whole village with blood at night, causing more than [-] Tang Tang and his party to suffer heavy casualties.

Jinshui Village is located between Ganshan Mountain and Meishan Mountain, the three major Dushan Mountains. During this period, there is a roundabout commercial road connecting Xi State and Lei State. It can also be said to be an important commercial road station.

Now there is a change in the post on the road that must be passed through, and none of the merchants passing by has returned, which has gradually and weakly affected the economies of the two countries.

Although some rumors spread, the Jing family suppressed them, and no one came to investigate.

Yan Shu didn't speak, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.

There are wheat fields on both sides of this path. In this season, the spring wheat in the field is growing vigorously, shaking gently under the night wind.

Song Xianzhi raised his eyes and looked into the distance, it was as dark as ink, with the silence of the countryside.

There are still a few hours before dawn, and the villagers are in a state of madness. If they go to Jinshui Village now, it is tantamount to death.

"It's very late tonight. Everyone in the village is resting, so don't disturb me suddenly. I have Jiezi's house here, so let's make do with it."

Song Xianzhi also didn't want to see everything develop according to the original plot, so he spoke on his own initiative.

Since the previous plots have collapsed, it is inevitable that the latter will be changed.

Everyone has no opinion.

Jie Zifang was only the size of a thumb, but Song Xianzhi flicked it into the air, and it turned into a simple little white room, which landed in the middle of the path.

There are not many things in the room, all of which were purchased by the original owner.

A bed, a table and chairs, plus a wardrobe, the door is half open, inside is a row of white and green gowns.

Song Xianzhi's expression froze, and he rushed over to close the closet door.

Fortunately, everyone was very tired, and no one cared about his behavior.

"Everyone has worked hard today, take a rest, and we will enter the village at dawn." Tang Tang sat cross-legged on the ground very naturally, and silently left the seats for the rest of the people.

"Little friend Yan, I will trouble you to show me the way tomorrow."

As soon as Song Xianzhi pulled Yan Shu to the bed and sat down, he heard Tang Tang say this.

Yan Shu was in a trance, pursed his pale lips and nodded when he heard this.Along the way before, he had acted exceptionally calm, but in the end he was still timid.What's more, what he has to face is the relatives who have passed away.

In the shade of Ganshan, there is a broken ditch hidden, which connects to the Demon Valley of the Demon Realm, which is the place where Yan Shu was buried in the original book.

In the original novel, Yan Shu intends to harm the protagonist, but in the end he reaps the consequences. He is dragged into Ganshan by the parents of the madman, and pushes into the Devil's Valley with his own hands to be bitten by thousands of ghosts.

The author portrays Yan Shu in a gloomy and ruthless manner.Therefore, when I was writing this plot, I don't know how many people were building buildings under the book and screaming, and Song Xianzhi was also among them.

But the author has never described Yan Shu's strong feelings for Jinshui Village.

It is love that generates hatred, no one is born wanting to be a heinous person, so now, when he is really in it, he only feels sorry for Yan Shu.

All cause and effect are entangled, and it is the world's teasing.

But now that the truth of the matter is known, each cause and effect must have its own retribution.

Qinghe Sect shouldn't bear Yan Shu's hatred, and Yan Shu shouldn't just die.

Thinking of this, Song Xianzhi bowed his head, squeezed Yan Shu's face, and said softly: "Go to sleep, Xiao Shu..."

Yan Shu raised his eyes and looked at him blankly.

Song Yanzhi pursed his lips and smiled, "I believe everything will be fine, I promise."

The child opened his eyes wide and looked at him. For a moment, his originally dark eyes suddenly filled with mist. Before Song Lianzhi could speak, he pulled the quilt and fell on the bed to cover his head. He wanted to hide it. He said: "Ah, I'm so sleepy, brother... I, I'll go to sleep first..."

Song Lianzhi's hand was still in the air, looking at the small group with his back facing him, he smiled helplessly: "Good night..."

"Dawn, I'll wake you up."

For the next few hours, everyone was very quiet in tacit understanding.

When the dawn was about to break, Song Xianzhi got up and woke Yan Shu up from his sleep.

The first bird call in the morning broke the long-lasting tranquility, Guan Er seemed to be suffocated, and chattered endlessly with Song's title: "Song Song! Song Song, lend me your Yuanying to play with!" !"

Song Xianyi looked at him inexplicably: "Is this thing for fun?!"

Just last night, he was able to try to summon the Nascent Soul, when Guan Er was sitting next to him.

"Why not, I'll give you mine!" Guan Er rubbed his hands together, looking at Song Xianzhi expectantly.

Song Xianzhi resolutely refused with a cold face: "No!"

The sense organs of the Nascent Soul are connected with those of the monk himself.In other words, when others touched his little Nascent Soul, it was as if they were touching him.

How could such a Nascent Soul be casually given to others to play with!

Guan Er tugged at his braid in dissatisfaction: "Why! Aren't we Taoist couples, how can we be so alien!"

Song Xianzhi was so disturbed by him that he had no choice but to see Shen Duo coming out of Jie Zi's room, so he quietly walked over in small steps.

Since Shen Duo went out, his eyes were fixed on Guan Er's hand holding Song Xianzhi's braid, and his mood, which was not in a good mood, suddenly became a little uncontrollable irritability.

However, in the next second, Song Xianzhi moved towards him. Although it was not obvious, he could still see that he was hiding from Guan'er.

The mood of being eager to come back just now was swept away, Shen Duo smiled so much that he showed his canine teeth, rubbed his tongue against them slightly, and then called out crisply: "Morning, senior brother!"

Song Xianzhi had a guilty conscience, and his mind was on how to hide from Guan Er quietly, but when he didn't pay attention, he was startled by him, and his body trembled.

"Oh, Junior Brother Shen, you're early too, hahaha." Even though there are 1 dissatisfaction in his heart, he must pretend to be a dog on his face.

Song Xianzhi just pulled his hanging ears and smirked, and floated faintly behind Shen Duo.

When Guan Er saw Shen Duo, he naturally didn't have a good face, and straightened his back as if struggling, but no matter how hard he straightened up, he was still far behind Shen Duo.

"What are you doing stuck here, get out of the way quickly, don't delay this deity and the Taoist companion!"

Guan Er didn't know how to use words yet insisted on opening his mouth, and the listeners felt chills. Song Xianzhi hid behind Shen Duo's back, spat at his childish behavior in his heart, and said, "Good boy, dare to follow The villains fight each other, and they don't even know how they died in the end.

When Shen Duo faced Guan Er with that smile, he lost the patience to continue, and said with a fake smile: "Senior brother has not become a Taoist couple."

Guan Er was arguing with him, and Song Xianzhi hid behind, listening to Shen Duo's answer over and over again: Senior brother has not married, so he couldn't help laughing.

Guan Er punched the cotton, and no matter how hard he hit it, it bounced back limply, and suddenly became angry like a puffer fish.

The last string of the sun was also exposed from the sky, and the orange-red disc fell on the horizon, surrounded by crimson clouds, which naturally connected with the blue-gray sky here.

The mountains are silent, and the village that was originally hidden in the darkness is gradually revealed.

Green brick courtyards are lined up one after another, wrapping the round earth building in it.

Several households have already lit their kitchen smoke, and the chickens and dogs can hear each other, and the crickets chirp, which is a unique rhythm of the village.

I don’t know when there are more busy figures scattered in the field. Children are running on the ridge of the field, carrying meals and water bottles for their father and brother, and women among the farmers are busy feeding the livestock.

Everything looks so peaceful and beautiful.

Yan Shu walked in the front, walking step by step on the path he had walked countless times, the plain smell of grass in his nose, and the familiar voice in his ears, all pulled him back to the past.

But all of this has now become a fantasy.

Walking through the winding green brick path, the familiar courtyard came into sight, the old dog squatting at the door, and the lush branches and leaves of the old trees overflowed the walled courtyard, exactly the same as that day two years ago.

The courtyard door was half-closed, and the casual conversation of the parents came out of it.

Yan Shu's eye sockets were warm, his throat was slightly choked, he stopped and said without turning his head, "It's here..."

"This...is my home."

After speaking, the courtyard door opened.

A tall man came out with a gentle woman. The man was carrying a hoe, and the woman was holding a basket. The two were talking and laughing.

It was Yan Shu's father, Yan Zhong, and his mother.

"Father...Mother..."

The moment Yan Shu saw his parents, tears fell, and he rushed over and threw himself into their arms.

The reunion after two years...

With trembling fingers, Yan Shu touched his father's bare arm, it was hot, then looked up at his mother, she still had a gentle and beautiful appearance, not rotten and naked.

Everything seems to have really returned to the original point.

However, there was no reunion scene as everyone thought.

Yan Shu tightly hugged his parents' waists, but he still couldn't stop them from moving forward.

Yan's father and mother were talking in a low voice, and they walked towards the field, as if they didn't see them.

Except for Song Xianzhi, all the people present were somewhat stunned, while Yan Shu couldn't help crying.

"It's been a while since Xiaoshu went on a study tour. I wrote a letter saying that I'll be back in a few days. I'll go to the village to sell some eggs and return some beef, which is his favorite food."

Yan's mother said with a smile, and then told Yan's father: "When you come back, remember to collect some vegetables from the field, and cook them in a pot."

Yan Shu chased their footsteps all the way, blocking their way, "Father! Mother! Xiao Shu is here... Look at me, please..."

Yan Zhong's obedient eyes seemed to move, but in the end they couldn't fall on Yan Shu.

Tears wet the front of his clothes, and he choked up sobbing silently.

No matter how Ren Yanshu cried and screamed, those two people still passed him like two years ago, and gradually drifted away.

Song Yanzhi grabbed Yan Shu who was about to catch up, and comforted him in a low voice.

The trail twists and turns, and there is no trace anymore.

Everyone understands this situation, but they still don't know the reason.

After a moment of adjustment, he put away his tears, as if he had never cried before, and led everyone into his yard.

The small courtyard is very warmly arranged, with all kinds of flowers planted in every corner, and a group of chickens and ducks are kept in the pen.

"This is my room. The place is small, so let's make do with it."

Song Xianzhi took a look at this room, although no one lived in it for a long time, it was still kept very clean, it could be seen that Yan Shu's parents loved him very much.

The four walls of the room are lined with bookcases, which are full of books. Yan Shuben is a book lover and focuses on strategies.

"Little friend Yan, can you tell me what happened here?" Tang Tang asked.

When they accepted the task, the task card only said that there was a problem in the village, they asked the Qinghe Sect to rescue them, and they paid for themselves, but nothing else was mentioned.

He thought it was an ordinary monster, but now it seems that there is something hidden.

Yan Shu's original plan had long been disrupted, and the sudden appearance of the Jing family made him have to think about who he should take revenge on.

He originally thought that the Qinghe Sect would not save them and gave up the lives of their entire village, so he took the most proud disciples of their sect to pay for their lives.

But the truth is obviously not simple, and... because Senior Brother Song...

So he hesitated.

Song Xianzhi has been observing Yan Shu since he entered the door, because he is about to reach an important node in this section.

In the original text, Tang Tang also asked this sentence.Yan Shu's answer was of course to lie to them. He only said that he hadn't returned home for many years and didn't know. This time he came back after hearing that something happened in his home.

He was young, and he cried sadly, so no one questioned what he said.

However, Yan Shu's surface is simple and fragile, but in fact he is calm and self-sufficient in his heart. He calculates step by step and gradually brings them into the trap.

Now, Song Xianzhi looked at Yan Shu, but he obviously hesitated.

There are always endless retributions, not to mention that he reported to the wrong person.

Song Xianzhi was about to say something and pushed him, but Yan Shu had already spoken.

"Two years ago, people in the village died..." Yan Shu closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

"They are now, just because of my father's spell, turned into walking corpses, maintaining a human appearance, repeating themselves every day..."

Having said that, he paused for a moment, swallowing with a sob in his throat: "Every day, repeat the process of my own death... Every night, they will become the puppets of the demons."

At the end, Yan Shu's head had completely drooped, and tears fell without blinking.

"What?!" Xu Xiao and Guan Er immediately slapped the table and got up in a hurry.

"Then we're here to die!"

"Yeah, I thought I escaped a catastrophe, but who knows that this is another entry into the tiger's mouth!"

"Little friend Yan, you already knew about it, why didn't you tell me on the way? Are you trying to kill us?" The outer disciple who spoke was tearing his eyes, and his relaxed body tensed up nervously.